Fireproof - One Direction

"Nobody loves you baby, the way I do."

ISABELLA

Slow, sweet kisses lingered against my collarbone. I giggled softly at the light tickles of his curls against my flesh. His hot breath hit the curve of my breast, as his tongue traces down my chest. I can feel his fingers dance over my hipbones. His calloused fingers feel rough against my skin. I involuntarily thrust my hips up. A direct result of his cold hand against my core.

"Harry," I whimper.

His lips quirk into a smirk. A smirk that I have grown well acquainted with. He doesn't say anything. He only continues his fervent assault against my skin.

One finger.

Two fingers...

"Oh," my cries are loud in the quiet apartment. The busy streets of outside only a distant echo. He continues to kiss my skin. His lips attaching with every bit of me, slowly making it's way down and joining his fingers. He continues to move in and out of me. I feel myself whither under his foreplay.

With each slow motion, I feel myself growing closer to the edge of ecstasy. I couldn't even understand the words that escaped my lips. Only sounds of pleasure.

Suddenly it all stops. My body is still. I feel myself quiver. I was so turned on and in dire need of release. "What are you -"

He moves off of my body and moves across the mattress. He opens his bedside table, pulling out a box of condoms. He unwraps one, sliding it on. He pushes me up, my head only a fragment away from the wall. He leans over me. His hands placed on either side of my own head. He leans in close. His breath hot against my lips. I squeeze my legs together in hopes of some release. He senses my discomfort, smirking. "Patience baby," He kisses the side of my lips.

The next few moments are slow. His movements are not fast but are still very much sensual. He is looking at me tenderly. Love adorning his features. He looks down. Moving his hand to my center, touching me. He rubs me a few more times before carefully guiding himself in. He moves into me slowly causing my head to fall back. "Oh," I bite my lip. The pleasure overwhelming me.

He moves slowly. Our eyes not once breaking contact. With every thrust, I feel myself growing closer to my climax. "Come with me," he breathes against my lips.

With a few more thrusts, we reach our climax. His eyes fight to stay locked with mine but the pleasure becoming too much. I bite my lip as my head falls back, hitting the pillow. He stills inside of me. My fingers have threaded themselves with his sweaty curls.

As he comes down, his body falls against mine. His head nuzzled into my chest. I laugh softly. My fingers threading through his long hair. He hums against my skin. His eyes peaking up. The greens of his eyes are vibrant. His dimpled smile looking nothing but cheeky. "That was one way to spend the afternoon," he chuckles.

We had spent the whole morning in bed. The only time getting up was to use the bathroom and eat whatever food he had left in his kitchen. The rest of the time in his bedroom where we watched the whole first season of Fresh Prince. (His pick. I voted for New Girl). The television had soon turned off and his lips had found it's way back to my skin, leaving us now here - naked and in need of a hot shower.

"I need to do something today." I groaned.

"What would you have to do," he says to me. His fingers playing with my hair. The feeling soothing enough to convince me to stay in bed.

"Work would be a great example."

"Call in."

"I can't. Robert wants me to do inventory this afternoon."

"But it's already two," he retorts. His lips leave kisses along my neck. "No need to get up and go to a stuffy old bookstore when you can stay here," he kisses my collarbone, "with me." His large hand wraps around my waist, pulling me in towards his body. His lips move all along my collar and neck, biting, sucking and kissing along the way.

"Harry," I moan breathlessly. He had a way with his lips that made me feel completely incompetent in speech and thought. "I can't."

Harry kisses my neck. Then my cheek. Lastly, my lips before pulling away and off the bed. He stands before me naked. His hand running through his hair. His forefinger and thumb finding rest in between his bottom lip.

The man played dirty. It wasn't fair and he knew it too.

"You suck," I groan. I climb out of bed, grabbing my bra and underwear and sliding my dress from last night back on. "I have to go home and shower. I'll see you later tonight."

"Move in with me." Harry blurts. I stop in my tracks. My eyes wide and jaw slack, I turn to face him.

"What?"

He chuckles, "I said move in with me."

"You're crazy."

"In love with you." He smirks. "We practically live together already. Think about it, yeah?"

I shake my head, laughing nervously. I wasn't sure if Harry was serious or not. His expression hard to read. He was right. I had been practically living at his place for the past month. But moving in together - that was a massive step. I don't give an answer. Instead, I place a kiss on his cheek and head out the door. My mind clouding up with Harry's proposal and an internal pro-con list deciding my potential answer.

-

"Look who finally showed up," Jaz scoffs from the couch. She rolls her eyes. Some fashion magazine sitting on her lap. "I thought you died or something."

I walk over to the couch, taking a seat beside her. "You're not being dramatic at all." I laugh, nudging her with my foot.

She rolls her eyes once more, throwing her hands up in the air. "I'm just saying, Iz. I haven't seen you around the apartment in weeks."

"I've been staying at Harry's most of the nights. But when I am here, you're always at Ben's. It's not only my fault we don't see each other," I retort. She laughs, knowing I'm right.

"We need a girls day. A roommate catch up. I miss you."

"I miss you too."

I look at my roommate and best friend. Her blonde hair has been dyed a dark brown. It took me a few moments to even realize the difference. "Wow. Hey lady, nice hair."

"Took you long enough," she smirks. "Do you think it's too much? I reckon it's a bit drastic." She runs her fingers through the brown locks. "Ben liked it. That's what matters, I guess."

"Do you like it?"

She stops. Her hand moving to her lap, "I do. I hear brunettes have more fun."

"We do. Welcome to the dark side."

"Aren't you punny." She laughs. I chuckle along with her. I sigh, leaning back. My body molding into the soft couch cushions. I had missed her. Too much. Harry's proposal making me feel guiltier for not spending more time with her.

"Now tell me, why are you home?"

"I have to get ready for work. Shower."

She hums in response. "You do look a little... disheveled." I gasp feigning surprise. Slapping her leg lightly. She only laughs in response. Picking up the magazine, Jaz flips through the pages. I play with the hem of my stripped dress. My eyes looking up and around the apartment. Or should I say... flat. I was still getting used to the British lingo. Not yet fully caught up on all of the terms and slang.

"I better get ready." I stand up from the couch. My body already longing to sit back down. It was only a few hours that were needed to be spent at the bookstore. Two hours max. My body didn't want to go, however. It was still too tired from Harry and I's activities earlier this morning. But I needed the money. My funds that I had saved from home were starting to dwindle down. The rent from this apartment taking most of my money away.

Harry's move in proposal from earlier today resurfaces. It was tempting. His apartment was small. A bit far from the bookstore, but not too far. It was only a cab away, but still a commute. But the idea of living with Harry was appealing. We had been playing house for over a month now. The idea of making it a reality becoming increasingly alluring.

I quickly showered and got ready for work. I shout a goodbye at Jaz, locking the door behind me. As I walk towards the bookstore, I continue to write my mental pro-con list. Maybe he was joking... or, maybe he wasn't. I didn't know what to think or what to say. One question lingered in my mind: Was I ready to take this step with Harry?